Asking Cooter about anything that the old man wasn’t ready to talk about was an exercise in futility. Still, Kre made the attempts every now and again if just to see if the older man would let something slip about his life before ranching. Stepping up to the gate, Kre tripped the latch and heard...Read More

Kre stopped at a couple of the other tables to exchange short pleasantries with other friends and their families. Most of the families in the town treated Kre like a foster son. His parents were stationed on the Northern Shore as part of the Jayde Line, the northernmost point that the humans were able to...Read More

The night of Secondday, most of the town had turned out to hear the minstrel play his final performance at the Lodge. It wasn’t that he was particularly great. In fact, there were at least two townspeople that could play the harp more beautifully and over a dozen that could put the visiting minstrel’s singing...Read More

The third arbiter placed a hand on Braun’s shoulder to still him (which only annoyed him further), and sighed. “You are correct Master Prandell, but that’s not what the court means by ‘accused by the public’. When a person is accused of a criminal offense, it is said that they have committed the act against...Read More

“Guilty with a punishment of forty years of labor service in the City of Sandort,” called out a weaselly-nosed man with a partial sneer. “That’s very generous given that it is the minimum sentence we can impose for two counts of murder.” The room erupted with hisses and boos, which only seemed to make the...Read More